...Of Every Strain

Why can't

I feel the life that

I breathe

Why am I so consumed

Despair the face of every strain my thoughts are weak and torn

Reap what you have sewn

The flame that burns my heart is blown

I wear a face that hides my pain amidst my world of anger

How much longer can

I remain behind this mask of the d**ned

As I walk along this bacchanal of sin

It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within

Reap what you have sewn

My faith in life is gone

This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast

Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds

My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast

Spoken by the wayward souls their forgotten words

I bide my time awaiting one final chance to reflect on the past

Of this disease

I call my life

As I walk along this bacchanal of sin

It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within

Reap what you have sewn my faith in life is gone

This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast

Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds

My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast

Spoken by the wayward souls their forgotten words